Demonic Breathing Novels & Stories

He winked. I furiously nodded "Yes, I am." "I don't think so because with the way you are taking in deep breaths then that means I affect you so much….. sexually." His eyes turned dark. "What? You must be sick to think that. I am breathing deeply because you look like a demon to me." I rolled my eyes.

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

His breathing was disoriented and from the way his chest was heaving it seemed like he was in pain. "Nate are you okay?" I asked worriedly as I finally approached him. He didn't even acknowledge my presence, it was as if he was in another world. My eyes widened in horror as I finally took in the scene before me. Nate's entire focus seemed to be on the punching bag in front of him, his eyes were glazed over as he landed punch after punch on its hard leather surface. His whole body was drenched in sweat, his face looked abnormally pale, his breathing sounded labored.

Run! Evangeline's body trembled as she gasped for breath, her fingers gripping the sheets with a desperation that mirrored the terror in her mind. She was trapped in a nightmare so vivid that it felt disturbingly real. Jeremy's figure loomed over her, his weight pinning her down, suffocating her with the cruel repetition of a nightmare that refused to release its hold. Over and over, the same horrifying scenario played out, each cycle leaving her more drained, her breathing more shallow, until her mind could no longer distinguish between dream and reality.

This was where the demon would attempt its final ascension, seizing complete control over Alex's body and soul. Without wasting a moment, Mia and Heartman began the ancient chants, their voices harmonizing with an ethereal resonance that filled the chamber. The words reverberated through the air, a powerful incantation designed to weaken the demon's grip and dismantle the altar. But just as the chants reached a crescendo, the ground beneath them began to tremble. The stone floor cracked open, and Alex emerged, flanked by his loyal followers who had been twisted and corrupted by the demon's influence. Their eyes glowed with a sinister crimson light, and the air crackled with malevolent energy

She stared at him in disbelief, her lips twitching in annoyance. "Daimon, are you serious right now? You're clearly breathing just fine!" Daimon shot her a pitiful look, deliberately exaggerating his breaths. "You don’t understand... My chest feels tight, and I can barely breathe. Doctor, isn’t it possible for allergic reactions to linger? What if I suddenly go into shock again?" The doctor, clearly caught off guard by Daimon’s theatrics, hesitated before nodding cautiously. "Severe allergic reactions can indeed be unpredictable... We should monitor you for a while just in case."

I can't stop the words from whining out of my mouth. "I just want my freedom, just let me go, Dimitri, I have nothing to give you," I said nervously and the entire demeanour change at my statement, his eyes grow darker red than I've ever seen. Instantly, his hand went around my already damaged throat, instantly cutting off my air supply. I immediately reach for his strong hands, trying to pry them away, but can't. I can ever feel the pressure of my bones threatening to crack underneath his hands. He doesn't say a word. Only glares at me and my soul as if he's reading me like an open book while watching me fight for my life. A small creeps onto his lips as he watches, and something flashes in

But everything crumpled down when she found out the truth. This is Dark Hades call. He only comes out when there’s death. He only comes out when there’s evil and blood. Because death and darkness are always the demon’s call.

My jaw clenched and I exhaled nothing less than the sound of a growl. Looking in my rearview mirror before getting out, I noticed the color of my eyes had changed to black. They only turn black when I let my demon out, the demon that craves the sound of screams, the smell of blood, the sight of fear in someone’s eyes, the feeling of their bones crushing in my bare hands. It had been a while since I had done any good and decent torture - Bradley and his group of thugs seemed like a great place to cure that craving.

Power has a sound. Not always loud. Not always explosive. Sometimes— It hums. Low. Deep. Ancient. Like something that remembers being worshipped. That was the sound surrounding Damien now. --- The ground beneath him fractured in slow, deliberate lines, like the earth itself was trying to decide whether to hold him… or reject him. His breathing had changed. Slower. Heavier. Each inhale pulled the air inward. Each exhale felt like it pushed everything else away.